Treasure Island

Jackie Kirby

(EAST TEXAS)

You say


You say you love me then
Were are you on those cold
winter nights,
When i need two strong arms
to hold me tight,
Candlite dinner for two roses
to show youre thinking of me
Romantic walks upon the beach,
Chilled bottle of wine soft music
playing Slow dance under the
stars
Picnic basket an a blanket
in the middle of nowhere
On a cool spring morning
Beside a river where
hunderd of roses have bloomed
Love fills the air I am alone.
Always thinking of you.An do you
really love me.

Written by
Copyright Jackie Kirby 2/3/05

Submitted: Thursday, February 03, 2005

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